Ducky123's fic

[Ducky123]

Creepy chapter dino_tongue.gif Spike's dream was particularly well written I thought, it was a nice way to work in his apparently endless hunger.

Littlefoot's dream was a good throwback to his mother's death in the film. Hopefully he'll get past his feelings of guilt over her death - but then again, since you're an evil, evil person I'm not sure he will...

Cera's was more funny to me, but maybe that's because the image of Petrie hovering around saying "You will be in under a lot of pain, actually" is amusing to me (I can completely hear that line in his voice). Also, Cera's back in the story so that's awesome Dino_grins.gif

Looking forward to part 2!

Yes, I know it's kinda creepy they're dreaming after all.
Spike's was the hardest to write I recall
Oh, don't worry about Littlefoot... I don't think I ever mentioned anything that has happened in the dreams again...
Yeah.. Cera's story was fun to write Which is why I started with her, actually

Alright, here's pt 2.
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Part 2:

Ducky's ears perceived a loud roar and whoever made that sound - she didn't expect to get some flowers - was fairly nearby. Terrified, Ducky turned around just in time to see a Fastbiter leaping out of the undergrowth. The Swimmer screamed, very high-pitched at that, which made the attacker even angrier. Although Ducky was easily frightened, she overbeared her fears in many cases. However, to encounter a fully grown, living, teeth-gritting and beastly Sharptooth was a reason to be terrified.
Ducky panicked, adrenaline shot through her little body that was so little in fact that it would have needed a few of her siblings to cover the huge foot-prints of the raptor. Speaking of which, the Fastbiter growled deafeningly loud preparing of the jump.
Ducky's eyes became wider, she opened her mouth widely. Firing screams and cries, she shook off the shock and ran for it. She speeded up covering too big distances per step so that Ducky soon slipped due to the wet, muddy ground and crashed onto the ground hitting her nose. Dazed and out of breath, she remained where she was for a short moment until the roaring of the Fastbiter cleared her mind. Quick as lightling, Ducky leapt to her feet  and continued her desperate getaway. She sprinted further and further, passing thick vegetation, more or less thick woods and eventually she reached open grassland.
The raptor approached with every step, Ducky was out of strength. Her legs felt like tree-trunks, she gasped for air of which only insufficent quantities filled her little lungs only to get breached out again to offer space for new, fresh air, and her little heart hammered in her chest as if it wanted to jump out of it.
The vibration of the ground behind Ducky increased which made it even harder to continue running away. It was almost enough to trip her.
Suddenly, there was a particularly strong tremor that made Ducky stumble. The next one didn't happen though. Ducky looked up high. At the sight of the Fastbiter sailing through the air, Ducky's heart skipped a few beats. The touchdown of the raptor brought her down finally causing her to lurch into the dirt.
The beast leaned over its victim, smirked evilly as far as a Fastbiter was capable of using its muscles to produce a smirk and leapt down for the deathly bite. In the last moment, Ducky rolled off to the side so that the carnivore got a proper mouth full of dirt instead of a snack into his greedy mouth.
Labourously, Ducky got to her feet and sprinted away without bringing much distance between the Fastbiter, who spit out all the dirt in fury, and her.
Doing a few leaps, he soon caught up with Ducky, opened his big mouth widely, shot down and snapped shut. It had caught Ducky but it hadn't killed her yet. Without munching on his prey, it simply swallowed Ducky down. Ducky screamed from the top of her lungs unceasingly, thunder mixed with her screams...

Petrie opened his eyes. Pterano just entered the cave that was the home of the Flyers making a graceful touchdown and making eye contact with Petrie.
"Wanna go on an adventure, my tall little one?" Pterano asked with a smile.
"Of course, me always wanna go adventuring!"
"Great! Hop on! I gonna show you an exciting and thrilling place."
"Where we flapping?"
"You'll see..."
They raised up. Above the mountains however, the Bright Circle disappeared behind a dangerous looking wall of clouds.
"I bet you don't mind a little Sky Water?" Pterano called.
"Me may be big adventurer but me no like Sky Water!"
"Well, you don't have a choice if you wanna have an adventure anyway, my little one."
"Me know."
Sky Fire struck, the upcoming storm strained Pterano's wings. Petrie clinged on Pterano with all his might, he surely felt uneasy under his skin.
"You believe you can fly in bad waeather?"
"Why of course! Looks like nature's gonna examine our skills and our will."
"Me guess so."
Another Sky Fire struck, this time perceptively closer; the thunder got louder intensely.
"Spooooky!" Petrie commented.
Then water began to pour down heavily. Pterano was laborously trying to keep to their route which was quite impossible during this strong storm; the two adventurers were thrown to and fro.
The next Sky Fire shed light on the jet black sky above them striking a mountain to their left side followed by a deafening thunder. As the noise subsided, Petrie suddenly noticed an utterly unknown sound. It sounded as if a big amount of huge boulders had crashed to the ground.
"Uncle?"
"Yes, Petrie?"
"You hear that sound, too???"
"Now that you mention it... I do."
"What it?"
"See, I don't know..."
Petrie's question was answered sooner than he liked as only seconds later something big fell from the sky, and not only one thing... Uncountable white stones whizzed towards the ground in front of them wildly.
"That not good, we better go back, Uncle!" Petrie shouted terrified.
"I believe you're right! We gonna have an adventure another t.. Doh!!!"
Pterano just had been hit by one of the stones. Uttering curses, he turned around and flew back to where they came from. However, more and more of these curious stones hit the two adventurers the impacts being pretty painful.
All of a sudden, Pterano headed towards the ground steeply. Petrie didn't know why but they were going to crash. With an awful sound, Pterano impacted on the ground being covered by the white stones and water. Petrie saw a lot of blood oozing out of an injury on Pterano's head; his instincts told him it would likely mean death for his uncle.
"Uncle!? UNCLE!!! Wake up, uncle! Wake up!"
No matter how much Petrie tried, Pterano's eyes remained closed.
Sky Fire streaked into the rocks not far from him. The bang echoed for an eternity in his ears, as it seemed. Petrie was at a completely different place, suddenly, it was even dry...
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The next chapter will focus on Pterano a bit and the Gang will cope with their sleepstories

[Dosu2Dinner]

That's ominous... But its great anyway!

Again, another nice throwback to the original film, but with the added thoughts of everyone else. Not sure who's my favourite was - a toss-up between Cera's and Spike's...I'm interested to see what Petrie's is like.  

[bushwacked]

Well, these last two dreams were cheerful   It was nice seeing Petrie and Pterano interacting again, albeit in a horrible nightmare. Reading Ducky's dream also made me want to see more of the sharpteeth, hopefully they'll come back into the story soon    I'm going to enjoy reading more of Pterano in the next chapter  

[Dosu2Dinner]

Hm, white stones?  :blink: Now, I'd like to see where that goes...and as for Ducky, well...she never gets a break.   But, it was a good chapter, I feel Pterano has a lot to add to this story yet...

[Ducky123]

Ohhhh the Sharpteeth will come back... might take a while until the Gang gets into trouble but I'm spoiling their presence in a few chapters or so...
Haha, I thought it is obvious what those 'White Stones' are Petrie and Pterano managed to get into a good 'ol hailstorm
Thanks for the reviews
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Chapter 27: A stormy Night

Pterano gazed to the mountains. Like many of the grown-ups and the children, he couldn't sleep because of the roaring and swooshing storm, especially since they were defenceless against the harsh weather sleeping outdoors - they were trying to at least. Fortunately, they had chosen a wide bay being bordered by a cliff towards the land. They were safe from any danger coming from that way since no Sharptooth would ever make the plunge. In theory however, those could walk around the obstacle... Happily, most Sharpteeth were asleep at night just like Leafeaters would do.
The rain poured unrelentingly down on the dinosaurs from the sky, the wind blowing from the Big Water shoved it. One Sky Fire chased another, the sound of thunder mixed with the hailing down of the water and with the sound of the raging waves being moved by the storm to become an insufferable cocktail of noises.
A very dazzling Sky Fire striked the plateau where the cave was located. Pterano winced  imperceptible; Sky Fires had always scared him since he was young. The circumstance that this very Sky Fire striked the area where his nephew Petrie was let his mind wander to the children. Were they still alive? Were they still in the cave? Caught? Injured? Pterano believed having failed to see a possible exit/entrance when he was on the look for one.
The longer he thought about it the stronger the feeling of everything being his fault got. After all, it was his idea to bring the kids to a safe place. Who knows what had happened hadn't his family - Pterano believed Flyers to be the best creatures under the sun - brought the kids to the safety of the cave. What Pterano knew for certain, however, was that having to watch two innocent children being torn apart by Fastbiters was explicitly worse than the uncertainty about the wellfare of those. The Flyer took the chance the little ones were still alive for not that low. They must have taken shelter in deeper parts of the cave. It won't have collapsed completely for sure after all. Provided there wasn't an exit, they would be caught in there however. He had to take actions! Though what kind of actions? Looking for an exit/entrance that possibly didn't even exist? But what else was he capable of doing? He would check once more carefully, he sweared.
Pterano detected a slight tremor. It was so weak that most folks probably didn't even feel it. He  looked to the oasis that had in fact changed to a sea of fire worriedly. As the storm had begun, this very fire had coloured the clouds orange-ish-red-ish, now it was clearly less intense. A good omen, the outbreak seemed to weaken.
Pterano spectated the distant flaring of Sky Fire in the sky; the storm moved away from them, slowly but certainly. Unexpectedly, a thought took hold of Pterano. What, if everybody else made him responsible for the happenings? What should he tell them in defence? At least, nobody seemed to have had concerns. Additionally, who would have known that all of a sudden the earth opened up, fire poured forth and an earthshake happened? Right, nobody! Pterano calmed down.
After a while, he yawned having repressed his fatique completely. Pterano sailed through the air back to the others and laid down. Soon, he snored along with everyone else who was finally able to rest...

Littlefoot, Ducky, Petrie and Spike had waken up due to the banging thunder of the Sky Fire that had hit the rock directly above their heads. Ducky - terrified and in thoughts about what she had just dreamed - began to cry; Spike comforted her by snuggling his head with her body and whispering something in his very own language to her. He too was obviously affected by his weird sleepstory.
Whereas Littlefoot was still somewhat caught in his dream, Petrie was shaking from his head to his feet. He had always been frightened easily and the sleepstory he just had been having was fairly spooky. "Pterano, uncle..." he whispered, his voice shakily.
Now Littlefoot as well shook off the sleepstory definitively.
"It was only a sleepstory, Petrie," he calmed down the completely upset Flyer. "I guess anyway... Y'know I just had one myself."
Petrie calmed down slowly, his breathing was now steady and controlled.
"Me seen uncle crash down," he uttered eventually, laborously, and stared at the ground.
Littlefoot became aware of the content of his own sleepstory grievously. He felt like crying out but for the sake of making Petrie feel better he kept back the desire, for the time being, that was... He felt responsibility for the tiny, frightened and not yet capable of flying Flyer with the grammar issues... as if he was his big brother. Which also applied to Ducky and Spike.
"I.. in my sleepstory, I've seen my mother dying..." he told. He wasn't capable of saying more. His eyes met Petrie's. Abruptly, both began to cry, Littlefoot put his neck around the Flyer in a protective manner. It didn't take long until Spike and Ducky joined them. The little Swimmer cuddled up with Petrie whereas Spike plopped to the ground next to Littlefoot's right side whereupon Littlefoot put his frontleg around Spike.
That way, the four friends were cuddled up with each other tightly, crying - Ducky did it loud and uninhibited, Petrie in his squeeky way, Littlefoot quiet rather sobbing than weeping and Spike all muted the way he always was - and in a way sending comfort to each other.
With the storm moving away, their plaintive cries got fewer. Slowly, they drifted off into sleep again this time not having sleepstories at all...
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Yeah, Pterano feels guilty and the Gang fall asleep again

Very well... the next chapter will be about one character only. I'll leave it to you to guess who it might be

[Ducky123]

Nobody's reviewed? Well, guess you haven't noticed
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Chapter 28: Cera

Cera had recovered from her sleepstory quickly, it didn't need her long until she was snoring peacefully again. She didn't hear the cries of the others; sounds seemingly didn't really move around corners.

Cera awoke early in the morning the next day. Though it was absolutely dark in her area. During the process of getting up, she was suddenly conscious of a penetrating pain in her back.
"Ouch!" she complained. The pain decreased but only slowly.
While Cera just stood there, unable to walk, the funny sleepstory haunted her again. On top of that, the pain reminded her of the incidents of the other day. The Threehorn realised that the voices she had heard in the sleepstory belonged to her companions in search of food, water and their folks of course. Although Cera was mad at them - particularly at this Spiketail, what was his name again? - she didn't want the sleepstory to come true, didn't want something nasty happening to Littlefoot, Ducky and Petrie - the Spiketail was her least concern - because of her having abandoned them, failing to protect them and disappointing them. Nobody would doubt Cera was the strongest member of their group, provided she wasn't wounded, hence she felt like the protector of the group, for some odd reason. Littlefoot however seemed to claim this role as well. She would show the stupid Longneck some day. Why of all possible parts of her body had the Spiketail to hit her injury?  
Cera attempted to tame her thinking, with moderate success.
If she returned to her companions, she would have to accept the Spiketail as a member of their group since Ducky was already connected to the Spiketail too closely for Cera to chase him away with violence. She guessed she would have to get used to him. After all, maybe he really could be of help...
At least he wasn't capable of talking hence Cera wouldn't need any excuses for not talking to him; the others could do that after all.
Her thoughts returned to the Longneck. What had he said about dinosaurs of her kind? About her daddy? Threehorns being pugnaciously and mean? Well, he wasn't that wrong admittedly, but he didn't know that pride was the highest of all values being a Threehorn followed by strenght and courage closely. Just because Longnecks prefered to do things the smooth way still didn't give him any permission to accuse Threehorns as creatures with a bad attitude. 'Now I know why daddy's blowing in never to play with Longnecks!' Cera thought. Despite the pain, she couldn't help smirking.
Carefully, Cera attempted to make a step forward. The pain made her wince. What did her father keep saying? 'You gotta be tough!'
Cera considered herself tough therefore she made another step wincing again but this time she didn't allow the pain to stop her, she ignored it so to speak. Slowly but continuously, the pain when walking  got less, or was Cera just thinking this?
As she arrived at the small cave Littlefoot, Ducky, Petrie and... HE had chosen for settling down and as she was finally able of distinguishing more than just rough outlines with her eyes eventually, the Threehorn girl took her first look at her injury. Just at this moment she realised the actual seriousness of it. A fairly big area of her back was swollen in an ugly way and (now that Cera considered it) something pulsated to the rhythm of her heart. What was even uglier, was the fact that the injury wasn't covered by scab as could be expected but by a weird yellow-ish-green crust. Cera prefered not to be aware of what the yellow-ish stuff was because it, without any doubt, wasn't doing her any good.
She turned to the four sleeping dinosaurs she wanted to find the grown-ups with. She sighed calling. "Get up, will ya!"
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Here you have Cera, alive and kicking... yet.

The next one is, other than this chapter, dialogue-based. Some lil' arguments and they need to decide where to go next

[rhombus]

Yikes!  Poor Cera.  I do not like the sound of her injury at all.  

Overall, I think that this was a nice chapter that gave us a clearer view of Cera's perspective on the situation.  I did notice two sentences however that were confusing in the way that they were written.

She didn't hear the cries of the others; sounds seemingly didn't really preferably move around corners.

I think that "preferably" can be omitted in this sentence.

What was even uglier, was the fact that the injury wasn't covered by scab as could be expected but by a yellow-ish-green crust similar to the normal one.

"instead" should probably be added after "but" to clarify that the injury was covered by something other than a scab.  However, I am confused by the reference to the yellow-ish-green crust being "similar" to the normal one.  Wouldn't it be better to refer to it as different from the normal one?

But overall I found this chapter to be a very welcome addition to the story.   I am eager to see how things develop now that the gang is back together.

Keep up the good work!

[Ducky123]

Thanks for your feedback, rhombus

"instead" should probably be added after "but" to clarify that the injury was covered by something other than a scab. However, I am confused by the reference to the yellow-ish-green crust being "similar" to the normal one. Wouldn't it be better to refer to it as different from the normal one?

I guess you're right I'll change those issues. Thanks for letting me know

[rhombus]

No problem.    By the way, did you notice that fanfiction.net seemed to be having file upload issues today?  I tried to upload the first chapter of my fanfiction to the site throughout the day, but it would only let me upload a few hours ago.  I wonder if this is a regular problem on that site?  

In either case, they seem to have the issue resolved at the moment in the event that you were having the same difficulties that I was.

[Ducky123]

I just added chapter 14 there and it worked just fine... Well, I too had that problem at first if I recall correctly.

[bushwacked]

Nice, more Cera   It doesn't look like she'll last much longer if that wound on her back doesn't get treated somehow... I liked reading what Cera thought of the whole situation too, though it seems like she really doesn't like Spike. Kind of rich, considering the position she's in  

Looking forward to the next one. Arguments you say? I wonder who could be the one causing them...

[Ducky123]

Hehe
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Chapter 29: Which way to go?

Littlefoot, Ducky, Petrie and Spike jerked up from sleep.
"Why so early, Mama?" Ducky babbled half asleep.
"Cera! It's you!" Littlefoot called, pleased despite the fight the other day - he hadn't forgotten the dents, scratches and bruises that were still hurting a little bit.
"You never wake Petrie up like that again, got it?!" Petrie grumbled having been scared to death.
Spike yawned with relish and closed his eyes again.
"You better get up if you wanna find your folks, now will ya?" Cera grinned. It seemed to have worked considering that Ducky got to her feet in an instant (alright, Mama!) catching Cera whom she just at this moment seemed to recognise with her eyes. Petrie crawled up on Littlefoot's back who in return shook the Flyer off. "I can't carry you all the time, Petrie," he explained with an apologising gesture.
A bit saddened, Petrie climbed down from the back of the little Longneck.
"Where to go?" Ducky questioned.
"We just follow the path we came from," Littlefoot proposed.
"What, if the path divides?" Cera challanged Littlefoot.
"Then, well... er... then we simply separate to find the right one..." Littlefoot replied uncertainly.
"That's gonna take too much time!" the Threehorn retorted snappishly. "If we wanna find 'em, we gotta be quick!"
"Yeah, families maybe go soon?" Petrie guessed.
"Exactly! Probably, they assume we're gone but we ain't!" Cera continued her loud thinking. "I ain't, that is!" she added stressing the 'I' a lot.
Littlefoot rolled his eyes. "Got any better ideas?"
"Yes, of course!" Cera replied, self-assured, ignoring the stinging pain in her back.
"I'm listening..." Littlefoot responded in doubt of getting to hear anything useful.
Spike was wide awake due to the argument and the loud voices in the meantime. He was letting Ducky know that he considered all the quarreling utterly unneccessary.
"It's simple, we just gotta go up there." Cera pointed at the opening in the ceiling that was reachable due to a stairway made of stone that had been created during the cave in.
"Me no need to remind you you not made it yesterday..." Petrie retorted quietly.
"So what? I had to run for my life twice and that injury was fresh... I'm on my full strength again!" she boasted.
"Cera," Littlefoot sighed, "Your injury has gotten worse since then..."
"It is infected badly, yes it is," Ducky chattered.
"How'd you know that?" Petrie wondered amazed.
"I told you about my sister who has stepped into a spiky stone, I did, I did," Ducky narrated. "My
Mommy told me that my sister's foot is infected when it was covered with such yellow-ish stuff like Cera's injury is covered with. It has hurt-ed my sister very much and there is only one leaf that is helping."
"You only told me about it, Ducky," Littlefoot replied.
"I. Am. Fine!" Cera growled.
"If you say so..." Littlefoot said indifferently.
"If you say truth you must show Petrie you can do it!" Petrie shouted angrily.
"Fine!!!" Cera snorted. She was highly aware of the pain though she simply ignored it out of habit.
Just as the moody Threehorn was about to start Ducky interfered.
"Do not do it, Cera! I know how we can escape this place, I do!"
Cera roared at Ducky: "Yes?!?
"Tell us about it it, please," Littlefoot said in a friendly way in contrary of Cera.
"Yeah, me wanna know, too," the little Flyer confirmed.
"Well, Spike must have come in somehow, right?" Ducky spoke up.
"Ahhh... I get you," Littlefoot muttered.
"How'd you know he didn't use the same entrance like we did?!?" Cera shouted madly.
"'Cause entrance only reachable by us Flyers," Petrie responded.
"Spike could lead us the way which he has taken in," Ducky spoke.
"Could you do that, Spike?" Littlefoot asked. The Gang stared at Spike, Cera doubtfully, the others encouraging.
Eventually, Spike nodded and trudged along the path Littlefoot had originally suggested to walk along anyway.
"Are you sure you gonna find the right way?" Cera besieged Spike.
In fact, Spike wasn't completely sure but at least he could smell green food that way hence he would lead Ducky and her friends there. He nodded again.
"Fine!" Cera grumbled.
"Lead the way, Spike!" Littlefoot said encouragingly.
"Yep, yep, yep. Spike is going to lead us," Ducky jabbered in joy.
"We gonna have lots of fun for sure!" Cera mumbled. Nobody really listened to the Threehorn.
The five young dinosaurs started their trip. However, they completely forgot to take along the shiny pebbles...
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Cera is being her old self again but will she eventually have to admit that there are things even a Threehorn can't fight?

The next chapter will be about Ducky. Maybe reading the last sentence of this chapter will give you a hint

[rhombus]

This chapter was a good addition. It seems to be laying the groundwork for several future plot points.

Cera and her threehorn pride... Something tells me that her infection might end up humbling her before all is said and done.  

[Cancerian Tiger]

Poor Cera .  That sounds like a wicked abscess.  I hope she can get that taken care of sooner than later.

[Ducky123]

Yeah, sorry to all these Cera fans out there I don't make Cera the one in distress because I hate her, just saying. I actually really like her just like every member of the Gang It's a plot point from the Original that I want to pick up, it's just done in a more... extreme way, shall we say. Cera needs to get over her racism and her pride and that I want to achieve by making Cera weak so that she needs help which she obviously won't admit at first... Don't blame me for that
This story follows the basic storyline of the Original movie we all love, and there may be a sequel one day. Won't say more

Rhombus: Quite true (your first point)

CT: Yeah, she has something like that. Her injury got badly infected.

Thanks for your comments

PS: New fic's coming  

[Ducky123]

Chapter 30: Looking for food

The five young dinosaurs walked along a comfortably broad path with a high ceiling that was slightly sloping. Spike walked in front of them and carried Ducky on his back. He was followed by Petrie and Littlefoot, Cera being the last. Repeatedly, they stumbled across Stoneteeth having broken off the ceiling. To make the situation worse, they were wet because of water trickling  down from the ceiling and the walls which was with a high probability due to the storm taking place in the previous night. Cera almost fell on her injury as a Stonetooth made the Threehorn trip so that she tumbled to the floor heavily which she commented on with an annoyed snort.
After they had walked along the path for quite a while, Ducky suddenly called.
"Oh no! We forgot to take Littlefoot's shiny stones!"
"So what..." Cera muttered, dulled.
"We must go back to get the stones, yes we must, we must!" Ducky exclaimed in excitement. She hopped around on Spike's back and brandished her skinny arms.
"Me too tired to go back..." Petrie panted, clearly exhausted from the long walk.
"Who needs dumb, ol' stones!?" Cera retorted.
Spike stopped in his trot and gazed at Ducky, sitting on his back.
"The stones are shiny, Cera, yes they are and they are pretty," the little Swimmer babbled.
"So? Don't you wanna see your mum again, eh!?" Cera raged.
"Cera right," Petrie professed.
"But I want to have one, yes I want!" Ducky shouted outragedly.
"And who's gonna carry them all the time, heh? You better don't ask me..."
Everyone was staring at Littlefoot who had tried to avoid getting involved into the argument hitherto.
"Well..." he spoke, "I think we should keep walking towards the exit as well since I'm..." Littlefoot's stomach uttered a rumbling. "Starving!"
"Yeaaaah... Me empty from bottom to the top," Petrie croaked.
Spike nodded in agreement which wasn't necessary at all since his stomach was growling so loud that it echoed from the walls.
"I am hungry too, yep, yep, yep, but I do want to have the stones first, yep, yep, yep!" the little Swimmer whined.
"Without me!" Cera declared determinedly.
"Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!" Ducky begged.
"Ducky..." Littlefoot began explaining. It was obvious that Littlefoot didn't like to say what he was
about to say but he had to or they would put down roots. "Try to see it this way..."
"But I want them, yep, yep, yep!" Littlefoot was interrupted by Ducky who had clenched her hands into fists.
"Now do you wanna see ya stupid mommy or not?!?" Cera bellowed furiously.
"I just wanted to..." Littlefoot tried speaking again only to get interrupted by Ducky another time. This time, however, it was due to the Swimmer howling loudly. Spike glared at Cera; the Threehorn could have expressed her point in a more accurate way in his view.
"Yes, you are right," Ducky bawled. "I want my Moooooooo-mmyyyyyyyyy!"
"Don't cry..." Petrie said, feeling uneasy.
"Would you *please* listen?!" Littlefoot shouted, annoyed.
"Go ahead..." Cera sighed.
"Me listening," Petrie announced.
"If we don't find something to munch on soon, we'll starve! On top of that, our folks won't stay at this cursed oasis and the fire forever. Certainly, they're considering us dead or close to being dead because they aren't aware of the exit..."
"Probably... But how'd you know there's green food growing at the end of this damn path?" Cera asked.
"Spike can *sniff* smell it, *sniff* yep, yep, *sniff* yep," Ducky sobbed.
"I believe it when I see it..." Cera growled.
"Great! Lead the way, Spike," Littlefoot told, relieved that the argument had come to an end for the time being.
Spike led the way, sniffing here and there. Littlefoot grabbed Petrie with his tail and placed the Flyer on his back gently.
"Welcome abord!" he chuckled. Petrie thanked Littlefoot.
Cera trotted along disgruntledly.
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You'll see a familiar face in the next chapter and Threehorn is gonna blow up again so no big deal

[Ducky123]

Latin title
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Chapter 31: De tyrannosaurus rex et triceratops

The Sharptooth woke up. Having a terrible headache and hardly being capable of remembering the events of the last day, he looked around. Wherever he looked, he saw death and destruction. Rivers of fire meandered through the region and a disgusting smell made him really sick.
<Where are my devoted Fastbiters?> the Sharptooth wondered. Suddenly, he remembered... They had been caught in the fire. He had escaped by sheer luck but his companions seemed to have been less lucky. He didn't expect to meet any of them again one day. Not that it bothered him at all... The only being he ever felt a connection to had been his brother. Those Fastbiters had only served the purpose of getting rid of the other Great Valleians. He was also able to remember shadowy how he got the headache... A burning tree had crashed down onto him as an earthshake had teared the crumbling wood apart at last.
So what should he be doing now? He had achieved everything though things went a little out of plan. What counted, was that the Longneck was dead because he killed her. A touch of pride flew through his venes. He wasn't hungry either since he had feeded himself at the body of his kill plentifully...
Just then, an idea, as insane as it felt, came to his mind: He seeked to get rid of her son as well which would apply to everyone blocking his way of destruction as well.
Ignoring the pain in his head and smirking evilly, he made his way.

In the next morning, all grown-ups met to talk about further courses of action. Up to debate, was how to free the children, provided they were still kicking, from the cave.
"My dear friends," Grandpa spoke. "We are gathering here to discover a way to free our children."
"If they're still alive..." the old Threehorn sighed sullenly.
"Do you have any ideas or proposes?" Grandpa continued and ignored the Threehorn.
"The Flyers should take off another time to look for possible entrances or signs of the young ones," Mr. Clubtail proposed.
"Yes sir! We'll take off right now if you like," Pterano responded. He was relieved that he hadn't been criticised at all yet.
"Count me in!" Petrie's Mother called. "Somebody has to take care of the little ones though."
"I could take care of them," Ducky's Mother offered.
"That's great, th.."
"What advantage does it do us to look for entrances into the bloody cave again if Pterano's already looked all over there?!" the Threehorn chimed in unasked.
"W-well... I-I might have missed something, t-that is a possibility after all..." Pterano stuttered. 'Never praise the day before the evening!' he thought.
"You're absolutely right Pterano. Probably, he has flown high to have a greater sight but details are a little harder to distinguish from high above so he didn't notice an entrance," Oscar piped up in order to smother the smoldering fire in the approach.
"Is that right, eh?!" Cera's Father bellowed.
Pterano nodded.
"So why didn't ya look close to the ground, eh?!" the Threehorn raged.
"I..."
"If my daughter doesn't make it out of that bloody cave alive, I'm gonna blame YOU!" he roared and made a step towards the startled Flyer.
"You can't blame me for that!" Pterano replied shakily.
"REALLY!?" Cera's Father thundered. "I'm gonna show ya!!!" He threatened Pterano with his mighty horn.
"Mr. Threehorn! Stop it, we won't come to a solution that way," Grandpa shouted annoyed, yet they continued to quarrel. Pterano was clearly in distress.
"You're tiny, weak, pitiful and incompetent!" the old Threehorn screamed in wrath rabidly. "Just gimme a reason not to get rid of ya right now!"
"MR. THREEHORN!!!" Grandpa roared.
"I crucially supported you twice!!!" Pterano shouted, now as furious as the Threehorn himself.
"YOU DIDN'T! THREEHORNS DON'T NEED HELP!!! NEVER!!!"
"CERA WOULD BE DEAD IF I HADN'T ATTACKED THAT FASTBITER AND RESCUED HER!!!"
The Threehorn finally blew his top. He rammed into Pterano and pushed him against the cliff.
"THREEHORN!!!" Grandpa blustered.
"WHAT!?!" the adressed Threehorn snapped.
"Please calm down, I beseech you," he begged.
Begrudgingly, he let go of Pterano who sank to the ground, panting and weak.
"How dare you disturb the children!!!" Mama Flyer screamed, nursing the little Flyers who were weeping  in fear.
"He didn't rescue Cera..." he muttered in a threatening way.
"He did rescue your daughter," Grandma said, calm but resolute. "In addition, he knocked out a Fastbiter that was just about to attack you from behind."
"How'd you know, eh? You were just the appetiser for those beasts before your daughter got what she deserved!"
The crowd panted as Grandpa beated the Threehorn with his tail.
"Tame your tongue, my friend. Otherwise, you may look for Cera on your own," he declared surprisingly calm.
"Humpff!"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Guys..." Oscar sighed, "Now do we want to find the children or not?"
"Yes!" The old Threehorn said and turned to Pterano who got to his feet in the meantime. "Find her or get lost!!!" he roared and escaped before Grandpa could whack him again.
"Threehorns..." Grandpa sighed.
"If you don't work together, we'll never find them," Oscar remarked. "So get a grip."
"WE are capable of talking to each other civilizedly, but not the Threehorn. He always seeks fights,"  Mr. Clubtail explained.
"He is certainly concerned..." Grandpa guessed.
"Basically, his purposes are good, but unfortunately, he keeps failing due to his stubbornness and his pride," Grandma added.
"Could we *please* change our topic?" Mama Swimmer sighed.

Pterano, despite being worn out and battered by the attack of the Threehorn, waddeled to his mate dizzily and confirmed that he was not seriously hurt.
"I can only agree with you, Grandma Longneck," he exclaimed with suppressed anger. "Besides, since a certain has Threehorn badgered me, I won't be available for any search parties, likely."
"Did he hurt you?" the Swimmer questioned.
"Quite... my arm..." he pointed at his right arm that was clearly swollen and scorched at one spot.
"As the brute had rammed me into the rock, this part of my arm has collided with it..." The aged Flyer was hardly capable of cooling down from his anger.
"I'm glad he's stayin' where he is. This Flyer will never find an entrance if he has already tried and failed!" somebody from the crowd called.
Abruptly, Pterano felt like loosing his footing. He looked to the ground, shamefaced.
"No further arguments!" Grandpa shouted a little louder than he had originally intended. "So, Flyer, are you going to build the search party on your own while we consider about bailout plans?" Grandpa asked Mama Flyer.
"Yes, I will do it," the female Flyer responded. "So you're taking care of the young ones, bro," she chuckled as she put the little Flyer kids into the arms of Pterano who was completely stunned.
"Oh-okay! Take care of Uncle Pterano's arm because the wicked, old and stinky Threehorn caused harm on it."
Everyone had to smile upon hearing this.
"You know what to look for, don't you?" Grandpa asked the Flyer.
"Yep, I won't resign until I have turned around every  single grain of dust," Petrie's Mother declared determinedly.
After everybody wished her good luck, she took off and flew away...
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The next one is Gang only; it'll be centered on Cera.

[Ducky123]

Where are my zealousy reviewers? :unsure:

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Chapter 32: Cera is withering!

The five young dinosaurs walked along the path for a fair while. It didn't seem to ever end though. Repeatedly, they had to climb more or less big boulders or walk over slippery rubble. The longer their hike took the slower, the weaker and the less careful they got. As Cera who was ranting the most of them eventually slipped on the wet floor, she simply remained lying, not moving any further.
Ducky jerked out of the snooze she had been having on Spike's back, Petrie uttered a scream of dismay, Spike spectated Cera critically and Littlefoot wasn't even bothered to look at Cera nor to turn back to her at all.
"Oh Cera, you can't rest now!" he called, almost begging. "We need to keep going on or we'll starve!!!"
Yet Cera didn't make a move to get up again. She eventually uttered a distraught sigh.
"What wrong with you?" Petrie wondered. "You strong and tough, usually..."
"Look at her wound!" Ducky gasped in fright.
Littlefoot turned around despite his earlier unwillingness and walked to Cera, utterly morose.
"Yikes! That's an ugly sight..." he muttered, starting to show concern about Cera's wellbeing.
Petrie tried to climb Cera's back to get a close look on the injury that had swollen to the size of a melon, being covered by foul-smelling pus. Though the nervous Flyer flinched already when his hands and wings hadn't really made any contact with Cera's skin as if having touched something really hot.
"Cera veeeeery hot today," he squawked, visibly bewildered.
Spike carefully poked Cera into her side; he too recoiled quickly.
Since Ducky couldn't continue to doze anyway, she got up carefully. Slowly but certainly, exhaustion began to overwhelm the little Swimmer, though she wasn't the only one having that problem.
Because of sudden dizziness, she sat down again abruptly. Instead of walking to Cera she crawled. Ducky stood up and leaned against Cera's body. In contrary to everybody else, her hands remained touching the Threehorn's skin since she hadn't had enough strenght to get back to Spike, all of a sudden.
Spike was concentrating. He grabbed Ducky and carefully placed her on Littlefoot's back. In the meanwhile, the Longneck had touched Cera as well drawing the same conclusions as the others: Something was enormously wrong with Cera. Her body was so hot that they could hardly touch it, not to speak of her injury that looked awful. On a sidenote, it clearly wasn't in Cera's nature to resign. Cera wasn't the only one of their group having trouble... Ducky seemed to loose strength and Petrie was merely more than a skeleton. Littlefoot had to push himself and the others as well to keep going. Spike's only motivation was the possible food at the end of the path... if there was an end at all.
A wail sounded. "My tummy hurts so much!" Ducky whined.
Petrie gestured towards Spike; the Spiketail understood. He grabbed the Flyer and placed him on Littlefoot's back right next to Ducky. Petrie put his right wing around the sobbing Swimmer.
"My tummy hurt too, Ducky," he said.
"So does mine," Littlefoot declared and sighed. "Therefore, we must keep going or we'll starve to death!"
"I do not want to starve, nope, nope, nope!" Ducky bawled.
"Me no wanna starve too!" Petrie said and tightened his wing around Ducky.
Spike tried to add something but the sounds got stuck in his throat thus he just merely nodded.
"Fine, let's go!" Littlefoot exclaimed.
"But what about Cera?" Petrie croaked. "We leave her alone? A-all a-alone???"
"Well..."
"Hey, don't worry 'bout me! I'll cope just fine!" Cera mumbled indistinctly.
"But we no can leave you behind!" Petrie replied.
"Hey! How about this..." Littlefoot announced.
"I listen..." Cera muttered.
"I see... Spike and I go along the path further, getting some food for you whereas Ducky and Petrie will stay with you, Cera, so you aren't all alone."
"Now I feel muuuuuuch better, thanks!" Cera groaned.
"Sound like good plan to me," Petrie stated.
"Okay," Ducky sobbed.
Spike nodded in agreement and washed Littlefoot's face with his tongue.
"Thank you, Spike!" the Longneck answered, smiling.
Petrie and Ducky climbed from Littlefoot's back and plopped to the ground on the opposite wall from Cera. Ducky weeped into Petrie's shoulder quietly, the Flyer comforting her.
"Seeya!" Littlefoot called. Together with Spike, he walked away.
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The next chapter is mostly inner dialogue of some of the grown-ups. It's also important what they think after all...

[rhombus]

Poor Cera.  It looks like her injury is finally taking a toll on the poor threehorn.  Resignation is not part of Cera's usual repertoire of emotions...  That is a very worrisome sign.

I rather liked this chapter (and the previous ones, now that I have had an opportunity to read them) and I noticed very little in the way of grammar errors.  In fact, the only correction that I would suggest in this chapter would be changing Cera's dialogue from "I listen" to "I am listening...".  I must say that there has been a noticeable improvement in your use of the English language as you have continued this story and started your second one.  

With regards to the lack of reviews, I guess that I didn't notice your updates as fanart and fanfictions were updated and moved this fanfiction off of the "most recent post" indicator.  Since my fanfiction is one of the ones that have been periodically updated, I suppose that I am guilty of contributing to that as well :unsure: .  Rest assured that the lack of reviews on my part over the last few weeks doesn't indicate that I have lost interest in your story.

[bushwacked]

Eep, sorry it's been so long since I last left a review! Unlike rhombus, my only excuse is how unobservant I am  

Anyway, good series of chapters here - maybe I'm a bit of a sadist but I like how unrelentingly dire the situation is for the main five. Looks like Threehorn's causing more problems than helping, as per usual   Hopefully Petrie's mother can help the gang out, otherwise things are looking pretty grim for them...